To those who I RP with, I just want to say that I am terribly sorry for all my delays that I constantly do. I just have been SO unbelievably busy as of late that I hardly have any free time to be able to attempt to make posts to our threads. I really needed to get his off my chest badly, and it makes me feel like a complete piece of shit for doing this all the time. If you don't want to RP with me, I completely understand, there should be no reason or excuse for me to have to keep you waiting …

Since both Imai and Takeshi are currently involved in matches I was wondering if anyone is interested in taking on my first wrestler I made for here, Takeichi Mori. His profile says he's a jobber but I intend to change that and hoping a match can help with that. Anyone interested please get in touch with me on here in a pm.

It had been a while since her last "party", and the violent spirit of Noroiko was quite restless. She had been told she'd be up against a new rookie, but that mattered little to her; all she cared about was a cute body for her to torment, and would hopefully torment her right back in earnest. Shuddering with anticipation, she licked her hips as the signal was given for her to make her entrance.

As her slow, spine-tingled shamisen music began to play, Noro-chan emerged from the fog surrounding the ramp, wearing her usual, deranged grin. Dressed in her usual white button-up, short black skirt with stockings, and, of course, her signature eyepatch, the busty chuuni marched her way down the aisle and to the ring. The crowds cheered wildly for her, despite her extremely heelish tendencies, as she always did put on quite the crazy show (and her tits almost always end up popping out). She paid it little mind, however, as always, since her focus was purely on who would be her playmate for the night.

Climbing up onto the apron, Noroiko stood proudly in her corner, arms crossed over her impressive chest, although on the inside she was going quite wild with bloodlust. Taking a moment to adjust her eyepatch, the crazy sadomasochist peered across the arena, anxious to see her opponent.

Bare ones, real ones, it´s more cool than that...Bare ones, real ones, then you left me...

With a burst of of fireworks in time with the last word of the intro, Valentina emerged from the shadows on the far end of the ramp, arms outstretched and palms up. Her head kept turning to each side under the white hoodie she usually wore for her entrances, making the blue flames painted look like they were swaying. Her bare legs, visible under it, carried her in brisk, determined steps, straight as arrow towards the ring. She had done this a number of times, practicing the pace at which she walked, the timing at which her palms turned and formed the thumbs down sign as she walked through the public, looking at her rival, and...

Oho. What is this...?

An eyepatch. Oh, you´ve got to be kidding me. Her rival was wearing an eyepatch? Oh boy, this was going to be good. She could practically hear the coins going ka-ching after she rolled this doxy flat on her face and took that thing as a memento of the ass-whuppin' she was going to deliver.

And she had that look, too. That flat, placid eyes that probably most fans could go "awwwwww" over. But she saw it right there, that glint. That little metallic pinpoint, the menace glowing under. That shine that said she could go all out for blood and you should beware.

Ha. As if. Tina was all about going for blood, and if this chick thought she could give her that look and put on an eyepatch and steal her thunder, she was about to find out Valentina Ray Cousins had more than enough thunder to give mother--f***** Zeus a boner, and then some to spare on her sorry yandere ass.

Slowly, she undid her hoodie and flung it impatiently behind her. Let the ringside mooks take care of it. She was into something far more important now. With a slow, calculated deliberation, she rose her left hand to her eyepatch and, pinching the end between her fingers, lifted it up.

Her now visible eye immediately fixed in Noroiko, giving her the evil eye for a long, hard moment. Then, she lets her eyepatch back in place and covers in a sprint the remainder of the way towards the ring, quiclkly sliding on her belly to pass under the lower the rope, before slamming her palms twice on the ground and getting up.

It was that exchange of glarse. She couldn´t say what´s gotten into her, but her blood is boiling like it hadn´t in a long time. Maybe it´s the patch. Maybe it´s her pose and figure, her irritant nonchalance. Maybe it´s the recognition of a somewhat kindred spirit. Or maybe it´s the interesting possibilities of what could after the fight. In any case, blood is pumping inside her, her stomach is taut with anticipation and her fingers wiggle nervously, wanting to start grabbing and giving her rival a run for her money. She can barely can contain her excitement as she addresses her rival. What´s goten into her?

So, you thought you could stand there and look all smug and silent with those dynamite boobs of you, and I´d cow like a little lamb, eh? I bet you must be thinking the nerdballs out there must be thinking you´re so cool, no? Straight of from an anime for people with short weenies to project, hm? Well, you gone and done get you a bad deal, girl. You´ve made me want to knock that ´tude of yours down o notch, and I´m gonna do it the only way I know. I´m gonna go and pound you so hard the mat´s gonna get you pregnant by proxy... and before we´re over, you´r gonna thank me for it.

Noroiko watched intently at this white-haired newcomer made her way down to the ring, only barely restraining herself from charging in and attacking her right away. As Valentina grew closer, Noroiko's grin grew even wider, noticing the presence of an eyepatch on the girl face.

Her own accessory was the means of restraining her savage ghost from unleashing it's full power, and her mind raced with possibilities of what this girl's might mean. Could it be a sealing device, the same as hers? Perhaps some other function of magical ability? She didn't even consider it might have been just a fashion choice.

As the girl lifted up her eyepatch, glaring at Noroiko with her previously covered eye, the deranged chuunibyou felt her whole body shudder, not out of fear, but out of excitement. She could feel it. The malice within this girl transmitted through that one look was enough to set her own dark thirst wild.

Though the accent and the choice of words made it a little hard for Sayumi to understand, the intent behind it was still crystal clear. Trembling with anticipation, Noroiko's manic grin grew as wide as it had ever become before as she responded with her own ultimatum, "Oho... You think you stand a chance against me, you whelp? I don't care what manner of being you claim to be, but don't believe for a second you'll be able to defeat the embodiment of pure malice. I can smell your hatred, your pain, your anger, but I'll tell you now it is nothing compared to mines! I'll show you the true meaning of suffering here in this arena!"

If Valentina had been impressed by her rival´s poise and her reply, it certainly didn´t show. Even if she had been it probably wouldn´t have matter, not in her excited state. She was way too much into the thoughts of fighting to even feel nothing more than a suffused, all-pervasive excitement.

Still, all that grandiose talk was just too good to miss a chance to mock her. Valentina rolled her eyes, looking sideways at the ring with a knowing smile, while her arm came up at more or less face level. She opened her hand, stretched her thumb and started tapping the rest of her fingers held together against the outstretched thumb, in a a more or less universal imitation of a mouth going "blah blah", before moving to one side to grab the ropes and, blatantly ignoring her rival, addressing the public instead.

"Seriously guys, you should tone down those phony cartoons you air on the telly. See, here? A girl gets to much of that bullsh*** and she ends totes loco in the coco. Though, seeing you, you probably dig that shit. Need to get some gal from the loony bin because any normal one wouldn´t want to be within five yards of y'all wankos that come to these things. Am I right or am I right?

Even though Valentina has not quite neglected discreetly checking up on her opponent while she works both the crowd and her by simply ignoring her, truth is she´s making a daring bet. She counts on her getting mad enough to rush her in some fort and get a counter out of it, maybe with a mule kick or charging with her back as she advances... which wouldn´t be a bad plan for a fighter with good reflexes and that actually has her whole attention on her rival. Which, se seems to foget, she isn´t. If Noroiko was fast or aggressive enough could be on her before the half-aware girl could react, and catch her with her proverbial pants down for a free shot...

As Valentina turned to try and play to the audience, Sayumi felt a sharp pang of indignity, though she once again didn't really understand what the girl was going on about. What sort of fool dared take her eyes of her foe while in combat? Well they hadn't actually started, but really the bell was just a technicality. Looking to very quickly teach her fellow eyepatch girl of such a folly, Noroiko charged right across the canvas.

"That was a lot of bluster just to make such a foolish mistake!" the chuuni hissed as she dove into the air towards Valentina, aiming to tackle the unprepared rookie down to the mat.

Catching movement from the corner of her eye, Valentina gave a little step back, intent on shooting her foot behind her and planting it square on her rival´s belly as she moved.

Or that was the plan anyways.

Right as the older girl said, Tina had made a beginner´s mistake. She has overestimated her own speed, and had uniderestimated her rival´s ferocity, dismissing it as crazy talk. The quick rush had caught her unaware, and though she had managed to start her own reaction, it was too late. The other girl was on her at the moment her foot started to leave the ground. Having unbalanced herself, it wasn´t hard at all for the other girl to tackle her right into the ground.

Hmf!- landing hard on her belly, Tina had the air knocked out of her for a second. But, with the practised experience of someone that had been on the receiving end of body slams often enough, she started to take air in longer draughts, stretching her chest and abdominal muscles to ease the tension on the lungs. She wasn´t much hurt at all, just winded, and would be back at her usual form in a couple of seconds. She was much worried about the fact that now she was floored, with the other girl on top of her having gotten the advantage, and probably having already started her next move. This could get bad quickly...

Easily taking the more petite girl to the ground, that small grunt was like smelling a drop of blood in the water, flipping Noroiko's switch to full on S-mode. Her bloodthirst and adrenaline pumping, the busty chuuni quickly moved to try and straddle Valentina's lower back to keep her down.

"Pay the price for your folly and learn true suffering!" Noroiko proclaimed theatrically, before grabbing two big handfuls of her foe's long, silvery hair and trying to slam her face into the canvas over and over.

Valentina was still processing her position and Noroiko´s, thinking about the possible things she could do from a mount. Being a sumbission fighter, she could think of quite a bit, and her brain was already busy thinking of counters...

...but it turned out she needn´t worry after all. Apparently, the other girl was either not that sophisticated on the ground, or had no interest in being at the time being. She grunted when she felt her weight coming down in her hips, and before she could do much more, she felt a sharp, biting pain in her scalp, and her head was yanked violently backwards. She barely had time to register what had happened- the other girl must have grabbed her by her hair, the little b***-, her face was brought sharply down, hitting the mat with a flash of white light that made the american girl yelp in suprise and pain, and left coloured dots swimming in front of her eyelids.

Hey, what gives, you litlle...

She had not time to finish her explietive, as the japanese girl simply yanked her head back and kept slamming her face into the mat, each blow igniting another tiny constelation. Tears started welling in her eyes when a particularly sharp slam ended with her nose taking the brunt of the impact .

What the hell

This was no wrestling, or at least not as she´d know. This was street brawling at its finest, right here, and she was on the bad end of it. And if she didn´t find a way out, she was not going to just get defeated, she was going to get donwright beaten. Turns out this psycho bitch wasn´t joking around.

Tina folded her arms closed to her body and quickly shielded her face with her forearms. It wasn´t a perfect solution, but the muscles would take the brunt of the slams. From where she was, sitting on her midsection, the other girl couldn´t get much of a trajectory for her attack, and this defence would give her a bit of time. Valentina started to wriggle her hips, trying to get some breathing room. If he could force the japanese girl to readjust her hips to keep on top, she could try kicking back with her leg the moment she eased her hips from hers and use the momentum to curl to the side, where she´d be in a much better position to try to crawl out from under her, or pass one of her legs to the front and try to kick her away. If it didn't... well, at least the blows wouldn´t hurt that much.

Noroiko gleefully continued to bash the girl's face down until Valentina started to use her arms to shield her face. Now that wouldn't do at all. Making a small irritated sound, the sadomasochistic chuuni ceased her assault, and instead attempted to stand back up, dragging the silvery-haired girl along with her.

"I hope you're ready to-OW!" Sayumi yelped as Valentina pulled her leg up and suddenly kicked back, nailing Noroiko hard in her right shin. Hissing from the sharp pain, the busty girl released her grip and hopped backwards, crouched slightly so that she could nurse her aching leg. Despite the ache, her sadist side was still far from sated, her masochist urge dormant for the time being. "Grrrr... Curse you!"

Valentina stood up, her head still lightly swimming from the barrage of abuse that purple-haired psycho had put it through. She wasn´t in a very bad shape, but now she was warier than she´d been. That girl was relentless, and could move fast. Or at least faster than her. Her nose still tickled uncomfortably from one of the well-placed slams, and she irritatedly rubbed her fist under her nose, sniffing to get rid of the feeling.

Ok, you little cunt... Now, you have my full attention for sure. I´ll make sure you come to regret that

She would usually wait for her opponent to come at her and then drive them to the ground and put them into a hold, but this might not be such a stellar idea with this piece of work here. She was too all-out, and could probably overwhelm her. If she had spent mor time practicing strike counters...

Valentina charged towards Noroiko, hands in front of her, like she was going to take advantage of her crouching stance to go for the grab and wrestle her, but her plans were a tad... dirtier. The moment she show her rival try to rise to meet her in equal footing, she was planning to shift her balance backwards and to the side, and go for a side kick to the shin she´d just hit. If the girl was all for fighting dirty, she´d certainly be happy to oblige.

It was not without risk, since moving to the side compromised her own balance and left her open to be grabbed herself, but kicking straight as she moved was not an option. If she miscalculated her own impetus, or caught her at a bad angle, she could break the leg instead. And crazy rival or not, Tina was still not ready to go that far for a win.

In any case, if the move connected, a solid kick so soon after the other could put some serious hurt in that leg, and with luck stun her rival long enough for her to move into grappling.